So much depends
a red canoe. . . .
(I intended to post this last month, but the month evaporated. The yellow leaves are now gone, but the red canoe remains.)
Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke